"I'm much better, thank you for your concern." Lin Yan didn't want to get too involved with this person.
The future Earl Charles's family was a newly rich aristocratic family that had seized opportunities in overseas business, rapidly accumulating wealth and then exchanging it for their current title.
However, Charles's philandering was as famous as his wealth. The original owner of the body didn't want to deal with him, and Lin Yan wanted to avoid him even more.
"Lin, has your family arrived? I have a car to pick you up, do you need a ride?" Charles asked very gentlemanly.
"Young lady, your father is over there." As soon as Zhang Ma saw Mr. Lin, she immediately said to Lin Yan. She knew her young lady disliked this foreigner.
"My father has arrived, I must be going now." Lin Yan said, then curtsied like a lady and turned to leave.
Charles wanted to leave with Lin Yan, but he saw the two guards behind her, and a stern-looking middle-aged Chinese man in the direction she was walking.
That must be Lin Yan's father. He wasn't ready to meet Lin's father, and he didn't think he needed to.
As Lin Yan descended the deck, her steps felt unsteady, as if she were still on the ship.
"Father! Your daughter is unfilial. I haven't been able to fulfill my filial duties by your side for so many years!" Lin Yan quickly walked up to Mr. Lin and bowed to him.
Mr. Lin quickly asked Zhang Ma to help Lin Yan, who was half-kneeling.
"Get up quickly, you've grown so much, grown so much!" Mr. Lin's eyes were a little red, but he looked at his proud daughter with great satisfaction.
"Let's go back. We've prepared a meal for you to wash away the dust of your journey, all your favorites!"
Mr. Lin hadn't seen his daughter for several years. She was his only daughter, the only bloodline his beloved wife had left him.
Looking at his daughter grow from a naive child to this graceful young woman, he felt deeply moved.
"You are becoming more and more like your mother."
As they got into the car sent to pick them up, Mr. Lin sighed.
"I also feel I resemble Mother very much, but I'm not as beautiful as she was." Lin Yan was no longer as reserved in the car. She linked her arm through her father's and said playfully.
"You are both beautiful. If your mother were still here, she would certainly think you were beautiful too. Our Yan Yan has grown into a young lady and has admirers." Mr. Lin frowned at the thought of the red-haired foreigner.
"Who cares about them? To be my boyfriend, Father's approval is necessary!"
"You! But my Yan Yan is still young, no need to rush, no need to rush!" Mr. Lin patted Lin Yan's hand.
"Yes, I'm still young. I need to spend more years with Father, I don't want to get married! I wish Father would support me my whole life!"
"Hahaha, alright, Father will support you your whole life!"
Just as Lin Yan returned to her mansion in Shanghai, in a dilapidated mansion in Hangcheng, a boy of seventeen or eighteen woke up from his bed.
"Mom, Mom, Big Brother is awake, Big Brother is awake!" A girl's voice rang out beside him.
Zhou Wenjie felt as if the voice was echoing in his mind, making his already aching head throb even more.
"Shut...shut up!" He thought he would roar, but his voice was as faint as a whisper. What was happening to him?
He struggled to open his eyes, only to see an unfamiliar ceiling, a pure wooden ceiling? No, that's not right, this should be a bed. He turned his head and saw the wooden headboard and a screen outside.
He remembered, this was the kind of bed he had seen in museums, a bed that was like a small room.
Why was he waking up in such a bed? Shouldn't he be in the hospital?
He remembered he had saved a little girl from falling debris. The falling object was a flower pot, and it had almost hit the little girl. He had pushed the little girl away, and then the flower pot had landed on his head.
Such a lack of public conscience! The flower pot wasn't secured properly. But why hadn't they taken him to the hospital?
He considered it an act of bravery. Even if passersby hadn't taken him to the hospital, the little girl's parents should have.
He strained his eyes open to look at this unfamiliar room. These must all be antiques. Who had such a bed nowadays!
So, what was his current situation? Had he transmigrated?
"Jie Ge'er, Jie Ge'er." A middle-aged woman, supported by someone, walked in quickly and rushed to the bedside.
"My Jie Ge'er, you're finally awake! God bless you, if anything happened to you, how would your mother live!" The woman wiped away tears with great sorrow.
This woman must have been very beautiful in her youth, but life seemed to have brought her much hardship and setbacks. Deep vertical lines of sorrow were etched on her forehead, and the corners of her mouth were turned down.
She now seemed as if she had been steeped in bitterness, her face filled with grief and woe.
She said she was his mother? So, had he really transmigrated? Could this be some prank show?
Zhou Wenjie looked around but found no cameras or anything similar. So, had he truly transmigrated?
But it was so strange. The person in front of him was speaking in a dialect, and he could understand it, yet he seemed to have no memory of the original owner. What was going on?
He felt dizzy and seemed to have a slight fever. Was the original owner's death due to a fever?
After all, judging by the clothing of the people in front of him, there were no antibiotics. The two women in front of him were both wearing jackets and skirts, which looked similar to the Hanfu he had seen. However, this was likely not the distant past.
The woman who claimed to be his mother was wearing what appeared to be Qing Dynasty attire. As soon as this thought crossed his mind, Zhou Wenjie immediately reached up to touch his head.
After touching his hair, he breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he wasn't bald. He really couldn't appreciate the hairstyles of Qing Dynasty men.
However, he was sure the woman in front of him was wearing Qing Dynasty clothes. Why hadn't he shaved his head then?
"Jie Ge'er, don't worry, your fever has subsided. The doctor said it's good that you're awake. As long as you're awake, you'll be fine." The woman who called herself his mother wiped away her tears, a hint of relief appearing on her face.
"I'm a little thirsty, is there any water?" Zhou Wenjie spoke with difficulty. The fever of consecutive days had made his throat extremely hoarse.
"Yes, yes! Aunt Zhou, quickly pour the young master a cup of water." Hearing Zhou Wenjie's words, she quickly instructed the woman beside her.
Aunt? So, it really was the past. But which dynasty was it now?
Aunt Zhou quickly brought a cup of water, and the woman who called herself his mother immediately carefully fed it to Zhou Wenjie.
He wanted to say he could drink it himself, but his arms were incredibly weak and couldn't be lifted. Let alone drink water by himself.
After drinking the water, a young girl brought a bowl of medicine. "Mom, the medicine is boiled, quickly give it to Brother to drink!"
"Yes, Jie Ge'er, drink your medicine quickly, and you'll be well after you finish it!"
A bowl of bitter-smelling Chinese medicine was brought to Zhou Wenjie's lips. He was powerless to resist and drank the bowl of medicine, feeling the bitterness seep into his heart.
A single drop of physiological tear slipped uncontrollably from the corner of his eye!